Dillon took a sip of his coffee and studied the newspaper in front of him. But he wasn't really reading it. No, he was thinking about the big changes that were about to come into his life.

In a matter of hours, his daughter would be living with him fulltime, a place she hadn't been in more than ten years since he'd divorced Starr. Not that he was complaining, Dillon reasoned. He really was looking forward to being able to get to know Alex, but right now it was a bit sticky.

Because right now, he really wanted to get to know Georgie again.

And he wanted Georgie to get to know Alex. Because if he had his way, she would become an important part of his life. Even as he smiled at the thought of being with Georgie, he could only hope that she was as ready to have a relationship as he was.

Dillon knew that he loved her. He knew he couldn't bear to spend any more time without her. The only problem was getting her to believe that their relationship was real.

"You look pretty deep in thought."

Dillon's gaze shot up from his newspaper and landed on her face. "Hey, I didn't know you were coming by."

"Your housekeeper let me in," she replied, not moving from beyond the doorway.

"Come sit. Do you want anything? Coffee? Breakfast? A wedding?" he motioned to a chair, reaching for the phone.

Georgie shook her head as she sat down. "No, no. I ate with Fiona and Jamie. Maxie was taking them to the mall out on the highway today to finish Christmas shopping. They wanted me to come, but I declined."

"But you came to see me." It was said with some hope. Maybe she did believe in their love. He took a sip of coffee, studying her over the rim of the mug.

She hesitated, "Was it not a good idea?" she glanced at the clock on the wall, worried she'd done something wrong. "I-I mean, I've been out of the dating game for a long time. I don't know the customs."

He shook his head, taking her hand. "I feel as though we're beyond dating. We did that, years ago. And no, you coming is the perfect start to the day."

"Good." She smiled now.

Dillon cocked his head and smiled at her. He wanted to show her that she didn't need to be awkward. Saying nothing, he stood and walked to her. He held out a hand, hoping that she would accept.

"Georgie, I'd like you to come with me. I want you in my bed, today. Please?"

She took a deep breath, accepted his hand and allowed him to help her up from the chair. "Okay."

It was the one word that would change their lives. They didn't speak, simply moved together quickly down the hall and up the stairs. Still holding her hand, he led her to the room at the far end of the second floor. It was a large room, like almost every other room in the mansion. Outfitted in simple furnishings, it suited him to the tee.

Dillon let go of her hand, walked to the window and drew open the shade, allowing the winter sun to stream in. He turned, watching her, "when I make love to you, I want to see you."

He crossed to her, brushing a hand down her cheek. He could feel her trembling and it made him excited. "It's okay," he murmured, capturing her mouth in his. Their first time together had been a race, full of passion. But now, he wanted this gentle moment to show her just how much she meant to him.

He rained kissed down her face, neck, as his hands worked at the buttons of her cotton blouse. Her eyes were closed, a half-smile on her lips. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, drawing the blouse off her arms.

She gripped his arms. "Dillon, I don't know how longer I can stand. The things you're doing to me—"

"I know," he breathed into her ear. "Just a bit longer." He unhooked the clip of her bra and took her breasts into his hands even as she was yanking at his shirt, pulling it over his head. She ran her hands down his lean torso, smiling as he pulled her into his arms and knelt on the bed.

He laid her down, drawing her shoes off her feet and pulling down her jeans. Together, they pulled off his jeans and underwear, moving until they were skin on glorious skin. He took her into his mouth, savoring her flavor. He knew that the taste would never grow old.

Then they were moving together, drawing close to that proverbial cliff, until they fell faster and faster. It was a feeling that neither of them would soon forget.

* * * * *

She felt like singing, like the cat that ate the canary…and just lapped up the entire bowl of cream. She didn't want to open her eyes because she was afraid that if she did, it would all be a dream. A wonderful, exciting dream.

But she did open her eyes. Georgie opened them to Dillon's satisfied face. He stared down at her, a half-worried look in his eyes. "Are you okay?"

"Am I okay?" she asked credulously. She rolled over so that she was facing him. Then she caught his chin in her hands. "I haven't felt this good in a long, long time…but you don't always have to be gentle with me. I'm tough."

Dillon smiled. "I know. But I want to be gentle, you seem to need gentleness." He captured his mouth in hers.

Her lips curved into a smile. "Dillon, I need to tell you that I love you. I want you to know that."

He leaned back, staring at her. "That's the best thing I've heard today." He smiled now, rolling over as he glanced at the clock on the bedside table. "As much as I'd like to stay here with you, I think that we should get up and get dressed. My daughter's going to be here within the hour."

"Your daughter? She's coming today?" She jumped out of bed before he could stop her, wrapping a sheet around her naked body. She whirled around, searching for the clothing they'd thrown across the room. "I should have called first. I should have waited. I-I'm sorry,"

"Georgie, Georgie." When she didn't respond, he rose, unconcerned at his lack of clothing, and caught her in his arms. She fought for a moment. "Stop. Georgie."

She stopped, staring at him. He closed his eyes, pulling her into his arms. "Stop. I'm so glad that you came today. I needed to be with you. And now that Alex's coming, I want you here. I want to show her us. I want her to accept you as my partner…as perhaps my future wife."

Her eyes widened as she tried to read his face. But he laid a finger over her lips before she could speak.

"I know that you're not ready. But I'm willing to wait. I'll wait as long you need. But stay today; spend time with Alex and I. Please?"

She sighed, looking down, then back at his face. "I'd like to get to know your daughter. I'll stay. But I'd like to get dressed."

He smiled now, letting her go as they both located their clothing. When they were both back to rights, Georgie turned to Dillon. "Is the offer of food still viable? I'm suddenly starving."

"Sure, I'll have cook make us some sandwiches while we wait. Come on," he replied, drawing her down toward the dining room.

But they both knew that they were headed on the road to their future.

* * * * *

Georgie was not one to turn down a meal. She enjoyed food, found the process of the melding of different flavors interesting. After all, she had once had true Italians for in-laws.

But it was awfully hard to think about food when there were giant frogs jumping about in her stomach.

She'd been staring at her sandwich for the better part of ten minutes. She hadn't even made a sound when the maid had refilled their water glasses. Dillon watched her, trying to gauge her mood.

"I thought that you were starving."

She jumped at the sound of his voice. "W-what?"

He motioned to her untouched food. "You were starving…and yet, you haven't touched your sandwich. Is something wrong with it?"

She glanced down at the plate then back at his face. "No, no. It's fine. I'm just not as hungry as I thought I was."

He frowned, his fingers itching to touch her face, to find out what was bothering her. But he didn't want to scare her away. "What's wrong?"

She shook her head, so slight that he nearly missed the motion. "No, nothing's wrong—"

"What's wrong?" he repeated, cutting her off.

"I'm just thinking about your daughter and about meeting her. What if she doesn't like me having a part of her father's heart?" she mumbled, feeling foolish at saying her fears aloud.

He threw his head back in laughter, the sound bouncing off the high ceilings. "Is that all? You're worried about Alex liking you?"

She frowned, "how can you laugh? It's a laudable reason to worry. Dillon, I love you. I always have, but your daughter is obviously important to you and I don't want to jeopardize your relationship." She picked up her sandwich, took a small bite to amuse him.

He composed his face, took her hand. "Georgie, I love you. And Alex will just have to get used to the idea—especially since she's going to be living here. But really, Alex and I don't have a super close relationship. She and I have a weekend and summer relationship because she hasn't really lived with me since before her mother and I divorced. I'm certain that she'll love you."

She took a deep breath. "Okay, I'll believe you." She smiled now, even as the housekeeper walked into the room and cleared her throat.

Dillon looked up, "Yes, Nancy?" He still held Georgie's hand.

"Miss Alex is here. Douglas is bringing her bags in as we speak. She's waiting in the parlor," without waiting for an answer, the maid disappeared into the kitchen.

"Here goes nothing," Georgie breathed as Dillon led her out of the dining room and into the front parlor.

* * * * *

Georgie watched as a long-legged blond let out a cry of excitement and launched herself at Dillon.

"It's good to see you, Peach," Dillon murmured into her hair.

"I only saw you two weeks ago," she reminded indignantly. But she tightened her hold on him.

Dillon grinned over her head. She was still her sassy self. "Be that as it may, a lot has changed in the last two weeks." He pulled back and smiled at Georgie. She nodded slightly.

Alex noted the exchange between her father and the cool brunette who was seated on the couch. It gave her a little bit of a jolt to see it. And she wasn't certain how to feel about it. She hugged her father once again and moved to sit on the chair opposite her father and Georgie.

"I can see that," she replied slowly, again noting the worried glance from Georgie to her father.

Dillon could see his daughter's apprehension and knew that he needed to tell her the truth. "Alex, you know that Georgie and I were involved when we were in high school—long before your mother and I were together."

"I know."

He took a deep breath. "Well, I thought that she was dead all these years. And in reality, she was undercover with the WSB. She's back now…and—we've decided to rekindle our relationship."

Alex nodded, not sure what she was supposed to say to that. What did one say when one's father was dating his first flame? "I see…well, that's good. I'm happy for you."

Dillon could see that she was uncomfortable and while not risking a glance at the woman at his side, he suspected the same. "Why don't we all go out for lunch? I think that your homecoming deserves a celebration. Does the Metrocourt suit?"

Alex grinned. "I think that it will suit just fine." She turned to Georgie, who hadn't said a word as of yet. "Do you want to come?"

She began to shake her head. "Oh no, you deserve time with your father. I'll come by later."

"No, you'll come," Alex replied shortly. "You're with my father, so I will accept you. You need to come to lunch." She nodded smartly and rose, intent on making her way upstairs. "I'll be right back. I just need to freshen up."

Dillon waited until they heard the sound of Alex's pounding steps up the stairs before he sighed of relief. "Well, that was awkward."

Georgie smiled. "She didn't expect news like that. Maybe you should have waited."

Dillon shook his head. "No. I don't want to wait. I want our relationship to be exclusive. And Alex will get used to it." He leaned in, capturing her lips with his. "I love you," he whispered.

Alex was rounding the corner of the parlor when she walked in on that very intimate exchange. She wasn't sure how she felt about her father dating again, but Georgie made him happy and that was all that Alex wanted for her father. She cleared her throat and the couple guiltily broke apart.

"It seems that I walked in on a very inopportune moment," she commented as Dillon and Georgie rose quickly. Georgie had snatches of red on her cheeks and she was avoiding Dillon's eye.

"Are we ready to go?" Dillon asked, putting his coat on and handing Georgie hers. Moments later, they were in the Bentley—for a special day deserved a special car—heading into Port Charles.

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